more than enough

I love to celebrate the little things...
Silly holidays. Firsts. Sunrise & sunset.
And the small moments that make life beautiful.
They define a part of my heart that makes me me.
They fill the space between the big celebrations, and somehow, make them brighter.

This weekend we were {almost} all together to celebrate sixty. Once upon a time, I thought that sixty was old... and I think that maybe she did too. But now that she is there, she is giddy-happy, wrapping her arms around me and proclaiming I love being sixty! before I was hardly in the door! She is anything but old. She is the Gramma we all hope to be...

Fun laced every part of the day... kayaking, swimming, visiting, dinner and birthday dessert. Sometimes I just have to shake my head and laugh at her... especially when she cannot get enough of her birthday Flubber. And among the cascades of laughter, there was a happy tear or two as she shared that Grampa said she should book another trip to Africa. My eyes filled because I know... I know that Africa calls to her heart, just waiting for her to return to its beauty.
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Later in the day, we all squeezed in around the blazing candles to sing and bear witness to wish making. And along with the love and laughter, there was more than enough dessert. Cake and ice cream sundaes... oh yes, we know how to celebrate!

It was a beautiful day from start to finish. Celebrating her sixty years was pure joy. There may be a lot of life behind her, but when I look into her eyes I can tell, she has so much more living to do. More adventure to seek. And I truly believe what lies before her is pure joy!